When we are children time is always our friend,
we play hand in hand for hours on end.
One day we grow up and we become distant and lose touch.
We start running through life in a big rush.
Years go by, and one day, he calls and knocks at our door.
We remember, catch up, and plan to do more.
Then we are elderly, and our days become few,
he clings to our side like a friend that is true.
At the moment when we will say farewell to this place,
he does not stop nor leave, but accompanies us to heaven's gates.
This is lovely and brought back so many memories and it was so true (well it seemed to be of me) I did play hand in hand without being aware of time.. and then on through life.
ReplyDeleteYour poem was so beautiful.
I swear I could hear angel wings near me ... :)
ReplyDeletea very nice and sweet poem!!
ReplyDelete"But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day." ~Benjamin Disraeli
I really like this poem. You've captured the phases of life so clearly in each sentence.
ReplyDeleteI'm reminded of the truth of your poem every time I remember how blessed I am.
Dear Carrie, Thank you for showing me the way to your wonderful blog. I like the way you have called time as man's eternal friend, esp since it's a fact widely misunderstood and rarely felt. More so, during these days, when Mr.Time is actually driving a Ferrari, the illustration of an hour-glass is so apt.
ReplyDeleteSo true. I hope he doesn't show up at my door any time soon!
ReplyDeleteA comforting little stroll through time Carrie, and I agree with Punam, "Mr.Time is actually driving a Ferrari" so you must be really really young!
ReplyDeleteAn interesting way to look at the challenge of the hourglass. Hummmmm
ReplyDeletevery fun take!
ReplyDeletewell done!
Thank you all for reading it....i love the idea of time driving a ferrari...what a cool concept of how time...flies by...:-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie beautiful words!
ReplyDeletePamela
True, time does seem to speed up! This is a very gentle poem with smoothly rhyming couplets - well done!
ReplyDeleteNice, Carrie. Our time on earth is short and transitory. Enjoy each moment.
ReplyDeleteoh Carrie, this is so beautiful !!
ReplyDeleteit's beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. It has such a gentle feel traveling through time and life.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by my blog. I appreciate all comments and followers... it is encouraging as I am very new to this and not sure of so many aspects of it. Thank you.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteSweet. Thank u.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words, beautiful view of time in our lives.
ReplyDeleteYep time certainly does drive by at break neck speed & that's why we shouldn't waste it. It's funny when we're young we don't give time much mind but as you travel through it, it becomes more and more precious.
ReplyDeleteA great 55 Carrie .. lovely!
Beautiful. Your poem reflects Hugo's quote you chose very well, "Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man."
ReplyDeleteReminds me of that riddle:
What has four legs in the morning, two at lunchtime and three at dusk?
I love coming here, Carrie.
Very reflective, and it sure speaks to me. Good job.
ReplyDeleteThank you each and everyone of you for taking the time to read it...so glad you stopped by...i am looking forward to reading everyone's posts and blogs...:-)
ReplyDeleteThis poem is exquisite. I loved what you said and how you said it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and commenting on my blog.
PG
this is a lovely way to use the prompt for this week and a beautiful tribute to lasting friendship.
ReplyDeleteI love poems which capture the changes as one travels through life. Beautifully written, and very touching.
ReplyDeleteCarpe diem...as they say. Lovely poem to remind us!
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